Every minute
I spend on this earth,
Every hour that passes on
Every day that I almost missed
I think of you
With every breath I take,
filling my lungs,
surrounding my being,
even on a forgotten wind,
I still catch your perfume
Everytime I turn my head,
in any direction,
no matter what I was looking at,
no matter where i am,
I catch a glimpse of you
As I reach out in my sleep,
for the one who should lie next to me,
for just one moment,
in the dead of night,
I can almost feel you
Everytime I think back,
on all the kisses we shared,
wether sweet and gentle,
or oh so intimate,
for just a sliver of time,
I can almost taste you
But one thing I know,
for all that I've said here,
every sight, taste, scent, touch, or memory,
doesn't compare in the least,
because it isn't you |
Submission Name: Not You
